Freeway:One Foot In Lyrics

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(Verse 1 - Freeway)I'm so hood, the hood relate to me, so I can say thatMake that, trap music without the MaybachStay strapped, A-Wax of rapI've been that since ADATS, Freezer clean tracks like AjaxFlow mean, I stepped on the scene on "The Dynasty" albumSo it's a guarantee y'all played thatI'm about to bring that '98 hip-hop backI got (99 Problems) but my rhyme is not a problem (ye-yeah!)I'm evolvin with the talent, stay showin my assWhy the hell you think Jay-Z and Dame Dash signed him?Military geared him, front lined himNow I use my own mind, grindin tryin' to be a millionaireI hit the stu (dio) and make that heat and let the people hearI drop it on the 'net and represent the East coast stareGrabbed the producer from the West, we woke the roosters out their nestThey love the mixture, came to get the digits, we right here, yeah(Ye-yeah!)

(Chorus - Freeway)Philly Freezer's hold blickas no doubtI still got one foot in and one outI got one foot in the game, other foot in the gutterIf my music don't bubble, I feel sorry for your mother'Cause I will come stickin no doubtI still got one foot in and one outI got one foot in the music, other foot in the streetsIf my family don't eat, I feel sorry for your peeps, peep

That I don't got, that you won't spotYou won't never see him, won't never meet 'emIn a position thought I'd never be inHow the hell I got low dough when the video on television?I felt KRS when he said the libraries tell a lie buriedIt's like tell-a-lie-vision (ye-yeah!)Still got to pitch in, ride around with my Smith andMy goodness, this is not what I visionedI was thinkin', frankly when I get inA whole lot of Benjamin Franklins, thank goodnessThat my niggaz still had the pot cookinBlock jumpin', I'm a hustler so I'm never left stinkinAnd I'm still makin', music with no debatinOn my job, never leave the fans waitin (ye-yeah!)

(Verse 3 - Freeway)Oh, I feel sorry for your motherHe missed a kick, I feel sorry for the punterFlow like the waters from down under the 9th WonderNot one of them +Brothers+ on "The Ego Trip"I got my right foot in, I got my left foot outI'm movin yayo while I'm rhymin and I shake it all aboutSupply it to the smokers, till I turn myself aroundThat's what it's all about, yeah! (ye-yeah!)